The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2There on the path, close by him, walketh she,
Bright as the blossom of hibiscus tree
And fair her face; and when around they flit,
Her girdle gems a tinkling sound emit.
Among the Chiang she has distinguished place,
For virtuous fame renowned, and peerless grace.